Many of my films have the notation MATURE.
Here I bow - I like to bow; ritual annoints time - bow to social, US-fundamentalist convention demanding the naked/sexual/erotic body be considered a controlled substance.
That in these present, retrogressed United blood States, murder and fire-arm violence is more tolerated, more approved, and less restricted than the bodies, born of sex, which they destroy - may very well already be a commonplace; but (as do most commonplaces), this does not just state the obvious, but its obverse as well: in this "culture", sex, the desiring body - the body of jouissance (or in this case jewssance) - the body, the lynching-pin which makes meaning [im]possible and therefore necessary - in the oxymoron of 'gun-culture', the language-sexed body is the founding trauma to which these killers - exiled-from-the-body-in-the-body - make their final haunted, and - implicitly first - reply. They have the Last Word - the word which defines the syntax of violence - the Last Word, spoken - not in resistance to 'the' powers that be - but in passionate, erotic, sacrificial, ritual-starved supplication to power that - IS.
And thus end they all our exiles.
Pornography is the Standard English of this Last Word.
The Last Word makes meaning stop; and, so, is ineradicable.
You'll find neither in my films: not this Last Word, nor porn's imaginary triumph over the hidden, meant to exile the meaningful and erotic.
But - the erotic is a Yiddish of the Last Word.
The erotic - glimpses the hiddenness of the hidden - not the hidden itself. Which doesn't ex-ist.
And so, in my films - trails of meaning, the body in veils of language, nudity, and trouble.
Don't we share the memory of someone - you know who - threatening: not another word?
But - that's what these films are - an other … and an other … and an other … and an other … and an other … word.
v o l c o f s k y, october 2017/5778 cheshvan